2004-04-04 - 9:35 p.m.
Your weekly update.
First, something filler-ish to make the entry longer. (Survey grokked from Gordon's LJ, he got it from Leah, I think.)
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.
I can see it nestled in a paper landscape,
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
My electric air filter
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
Simpsons
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
8:27
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
8:24
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The space heater, the episode of the Simpsons currently on.
7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?
This evening. I was going to buy fruit, doubleshot, and a carton of smokes.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
YTDAW, which is down at the moment.
9: What are you wearing?
Green T-Shirt I'll probably sleep in tonight, a pair of khaks.
10: Did you dream last night?
Yes. I think it had something to do with hanging out in a Toys R Us with Anne.
11: When did you last laugh?
This afternoon/early evening
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Some HP house banners (not Gryffindor, amusingly enough), a couple of posters, a calandar from last year, and some dreamcatchers.
13: Seen anything weird lately?
If a four-lane county road with median guardrail counts, then yes.
14: What do you think of this quiz?
It's a bit different than most I've seen, so I think it's mildly entertaining.
15: What is the last film you saw?
Like in a theatre, or in general? Because I watched most of The Emperor's New Groove on TV last night. I think RotK was the last thing I saw on a big screen.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
Depends on what time I realized I was rich. Probably a car, truthfully.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I'm not sure how many people know it, but I collect currency. Mostly coins.
18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd rearrange US geography. (Put Minnesota over here by Ohio. And since I'm nice, I'd put Maine next door too.)
19: Do you like to dance?
Would I admit to it if I did?
20: George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?
Depends on what specifically you're asking about. Over all? I'm not thrilled with him as president. However, I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have been much happier with Gore by this point. So I'm avoiding the issue.
21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Dunno. Lauren, maybe?
21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Robert or William.
22: Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes.
So, yeah. There's some lovely and almost-informative filler for ya'll. Now the news. Er, imagine that in a Paul Harvey voice or something. Just the bit about now the news. Ok, yeah, scatterbrained as usual, or something.
The first week back at work... Geeze. It actually snowed on me a little this week. As a summer seasonal employee, I don't think I should have to put up with snow. Then again, it's spring and all, and spring here is either "still-winter" or "mud" so what're you going to do?
There was also a road from hell. A country road that went to 4-lane with not only a median but median rail, because of a turnpike interchange. At least I think it was the turnpike there - it might have been SR 2 and IR 90.
Add in that two days out of the four I was nigh-on to exhausted, and you've got some idea of the first week. Oh, and being foreman is at least initially stressful. Andy's a nice easygoing sort - rather like I usually am - and the problem with that is I can't cop out of making foremany decisions. "Do you want to do another road, or knock off for the day now?" "Whatever you think." With a clear implication of "you're in charge."
But I know at the end of the day when I make it back to my room, tired and possibly (initially) in a state that won't let me eat no matter how hungry I should be (It's usually been 8 or 9 hours since "lunch") - I'll be able to txt Anne. And usually get away with calling, or being called. And that makes it ok. Makes it not matter so much that I'm collapsing into an empty, fairly boring room, with little to do - unless there are foreman type things I need to take care of. (Figuring our rough plan for the next day, making sure I've still got good track of the hours we've worked/when we need to leave for the office on Thursday, that kind of stuff.)
So we don't get as much time to talk. We can't talk as late. (We've made the mistake once already of disregarding the time a little too much. Hence the second of the two days I was exhausted - although it was worth it.) But we do still get some phone time in. And txt msgs at various points during the day.
So as much as it's a little disappointing not being able to talk as much, being able to talk at all is already making this season more enjoyable than last season.
It's like 11, 12 days until she's here. And I'm bouncing back and forth between completely excited, and kind of nervous. So I'm overall keyed up. In a not-quite-weird way, I'm a little nervous that it will, in fact, go extremely well having her here. Certainly not as nervous as I occationally feel that things won't go well. But, yeah. I brought that up talking to her last night, and she figured out what's probably the reason for it. Not so much my usual apprehension about anything that goes well (Yeah, yeah, that's a long story for another entry), but more the fact that if it does go really well - and I'm oddly fairly convinced that it will - that will make the end of her visit all that much harder. I've already faced it, Sunday night of that weekend is going to suck.
Oh, I almost forgot. Poet's night this month (Thursday the 1st) was unexpectedly good. I felt terribly disorganized, and I was still in mudsplattered work clothes. But evidently I still came off well with the stage-presence thing I'm still not sure why they think they see. And another reader - Andy something (I'm lucky I can remember his first name) - asked for a copy of one of my poems. He's a musician as well, and he thinks there's music/lyrics hiding in it somewhere. So now I'm half-afraid some week I'll show up to OMN and hear and original song based around at least some lines from an untitled poem of mine. That will be so increadibly cool. But my first impulse will still be to hide behind something.
I've now put off packing for my week until way later than I should've. I need to go and see about that now, since I've only got about an hour until I should be getting myself into bed.
Actually, I should go to bed now, get a full 8 hours. But I know that's not going to happen. I'm not even planning on shooting for 9:30 Sunday bedtimes this season. I'll do just fine on 7 hours of sleep. Not like I ever sleep well on Sunday nights anyway. Or at least, I rarely did last season. Usually Sunday is all-over recovery from whatever I've done during the weekend. And so I either am still too off to sleep well, or I've slept too late in the day - like I did today. Granted, that was because I mis-set my alarm like a bonehead, but still.
So, yeah. Life is good. Could be better, but realistically, it's about as good as can be right now. I'm gainfully employed at a job I can enjoy most of the time. I'm getting paid this week. I've got a roof overhead, and food on my plate. And when all the stupid stress starts getting to me, I can smile a little goofily and think about my girl. And it really does help.
Almost as much as her voice on the other end of the line does.
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